He didn't know how many years had passed since that day.
"So boring."
A girl's voice was heard from the roof of a room in the Ten Division.
"If you're bored, go back to your Eleventh Division.”
Beside a petite and cute girl, Hua Qishi lazily turned her body to the side, exposing half of her back to bask in the sun.
"But Eight Thousand Streams has already decided that unless Seven Chan agrees to join my Female Reaper Association, I won't go back.”
Baqian Liu continued to shout.
"But haven't I already joined?”
Pang Qishi was very puzzled. She had already agreed to join because of her annoyance.
"But you haven't come to the regular meeting. There are already very few people, and you still haven't come.”
The reason for Eight Thousand Streams was very simple. Although she had indeed joined the Female Reaper Association, she had never shown her face once. What was the difference between that and not joining at all?
"Then please spare me. I want to quit.”
Pang Qishi said rudely. He didn't care about the Eight Thousand Streams at all and was about to cry.
"No, no, no."
Eight Thousand Streams started to throw a tantrum.
"So annoying."
At this moment, a furious roar that could no longer be suppressed came from the house below. Immediately after, Dong Shilang, who had not changed at all from before, rushed out.
"Enough is enough.”
Standing in the yard, Dong Shilang looked up angrily, especially at his annoying sister who was so lazy that she didn't want to turn over.
It was fine if she didn't want to work, but she even brought people to the roof of her office to make a scene. What was she doing?
There was more.
"Where did the mess of chrysanthemums go?"
Dong Shilang suddenly realized something. A few days ago, he was able to calm down the emotions of Eight Thousand Streams, but now, he didn't know where he was.
She was the vice-captain of Team Ten. Now, she was throwing all the team affairs to her, the captain, to deal with, but she did nothing. Was she looking up to her?
"Oh no, Little Winter Shilang is angry again.”
Eight Thousand Liu made a cute face, turned his head and jumped down from the other side, and soon disappeared.
However, before Eight Thousand Flow left, he did not forget to shout at Pang Qishi,""I'll come and play with you again tomorrow.”
Pang Qi sighed helplessly. She just wanted to spend her days leisurely. Why did she provoke him?
"Dong Shilang."
With a sudden inspiration, she sat up and lowered her head to discuss with her brother,""We haven't been home for a long time. I'm going back to see Grandma tomorrow.”
Dong Shilang's face darkened as he made a hand to his forehead. He naturally knew that she was faking it by looking at his grandmother. This fellow was actually trying to escape.
"You'd better not bother Grandma."
Dong Shilang rejected Qi Shi's proposal without hesitation and turned around to return to his room, afraid that Qi Shi would continue to make demands.
In fact, sometimes, the seventh fruit was also very annoying, not inferior to the eight thousand flows at all.
Speaking of which, it was really rare for Eight Thousand Streams to show such a childish side. He had only seen it a few times in front of Gui Qishi.
Perhaps the Eight Thousand Streams were too helpless against the Seven Fruits? Was he so angry that he had no other choice? Was that why he wanted to use his advantage?
What a pity, what a pity. Pi Qishi wasn't a compassionate person. Even if Eight Thousand Streams turned into a baby and lay by the side of the road, Pi Qishi would probably only squat at the side and play with it. Then, when he was tired of playing with it, he would get up and leave as if he didn't see it.
Thinking of this, Dong Shi Lang couldn't help but look up at the roof, thinking that this guy's personality was really hard to predict.
"Sigh."
As for Osami, she couldn't ask for leave from the captain. Even though she was Winter Shiro's sister, she couldn't leave without permission.
"What's wrong, Seven Fruits? You look very melancholic.”
At this moment, Vice Captain Luan Ju, who had been missing for a long time, finally showed up. He stood beside Miki and looked at her with interest.
"It's nothing."
Waving his hand weakly, Pang Qishi explained simply,""I'm just annoyed by the Eight Thousand Streams."
"She's here again?"
Luan Ju laughed shamelessly. At the same time, she asked curiously,"Speaking of which, why are you so unwilling to gather with everyone? It's very interesting. Moreover, it's just drinking tea and chatting. There are also delicious pastries.”
" You know that I'm more bored when it comes to boring things. Even if I go, I'll just change places and lie down. I won't be able to get any sunlight."”
"Actually, the most important thing is that you guys won't let me get close at all.”
Err...
Luan Ju wiped her forehead with her hand, but she was secretly complaining crazily in her heart.
Only Eight Thousand Streams did not know one thing, and that was that Shichimi had also attended the regular meeting of the Female Reaper Association.
During that meeting, he had asked the captain of the fourth division, Mao Zhihua Lie, for a knee pillow. He wanted to lie on Sister Hua's knee.
The result was obvious. Sis Hua would never agree to this guy's unreasonable request.
After that, she wanted to find someone else to try it on, but no one was willing to agree. This made her suffer a huge blow. She was not even willing to give away a mere knee pillow. It was obvious that her goal of being a lily in her heart would not be recognized by others.
Just like that, the heartbroken Qishi refused to attend the regular meeting. In her words, she would just be lying alone at the side anyway. It was very pitiful. There was no need to go there and deliberately isolate herself.
Seeing that Mu Qishi seemed to be very concerned about it, Luan Ju could not help but shake her head helplessly. She thought to herself, You're too impatient. Who would be so close to you on their first meeting? Even if we're both women, it's still a little uncomfortable, right?
Besides, the request for a knee pillow was too much. It was not that others wanted to isolate her.
Furthermore, of all people, he had to provoke Sis Hua right away. She was the invisible big sister that even the female members of the Death God Association did not dare to disobey, with the exception of the Eight Thousand Streams.
"Oh, right."
At the mention of the Eight Thousand Streams, Luan Ju's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suggested,""Since Eight Thousand Liu wants you to attend our meeting so much, why don't you ask for a knee pillow from him?”
Mikishi sat up again and looked at Luan Ju until she felt uncomfortable. She then said,""Eight Thousand Streams is still a child, what are you thinking about?”
Luan Ju didn't know what to say anymore. He thought to himself, What are you thinking? Why couldn't a child's knee pillow work? Do you still have any improper thoughts?
Luan Ju definitely didn't know that she was already close to the truth. Pang Qishi really had a lot of improper thoughts, but he never had the chance to carry them out.
As an otaku who had even lost his childhood sweetheart to someone else, Kazugami was too naive. She mistakenly thought that a simple request like a knee pillow should be easily agreed to, not to mention that everyone was a girl (mainly because that was how it was played in those animes).
Then, some of her plans and ideas were actually implemented after she successfully obtained the knee pillow.
It was a pity that she died before she could complete her mission. She fell into Sister Hua's trap and never got up again.
"How about this?"
Seeing that Hua Qishi was going to lie back down like a cripple, the kind Luan Ju could only say,"If you agree to participate in the next meeting of the Eight Thousand Streams, I promise to give you a knee pillow. How about it?”
"Five times."
"Twice."
"Four times."
"Three times."
"Deal."
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